Planned moviehood - Serenity Now!!!!

Ashland Street Cinemas
Saturday Oct 1st

Serenity
Rated PG-13, 1 hr 59 min
Showtimes: (12:50), (3:30), 6:10, 8:50

Cinemark Tinseltown USA Medford
Saturday Oct 1st

Serenity
Rated PG-13, 1 hr 59 min
Buy Tickets: 1:50, 4:35, 7:20, 10:00

So the question is, after I go home this evening and watch the rest of the dvd's I have yet to finish of Firefly, what time do I go see Serenity tomorrow? And where? Do I go to an early show in Medford if I get out of the house in time or do I go to a later show in Ashland and just drive to the theater for my last Saturday night performance after the movie. Life is filled with questions and semi trucks.

My theater resume. In case you want to hire me as an actor. Because I am sick of my job.

Changing the subject

I have recently been reflecting back on my career in the theater because I have been reevaluating what I want to get out of all this experience I have. I have thought of trying to become a dramaturgy because I think I would be really good at that and it would keep me involved in theater and use my skills but I know if I got out of acting I would miss it and would want to go back. Anyway, all this reflecting made me want to make a list of all the shows I've been in not including stupid school recitals, dance recitals, choir stuff, etc. Just real plays and shows that involved memorizing lines and blocking. Here is that list starting from the most recent. It took a lot longer than I thought it would to remember everything.

The Heidi Chronicles 2005
Judgment at Nuremberg 2005
The Boy Who Talks to Whales 2005
Carnival 2004
Blithe Spirit 2004
Toni Told Me Not To Tell You 2002
North 2001
Nuptial Flight 2001
Fast And Loose; Monkey Business 2000
The Rez Sisters 2000
The Last Exhibition 2000
Hunting Cockroaches 2000
Arcadia 1999
The Dance of the Vietnam Dragon 1998
Night of one acts 1996
The Music man 1996
A Christmas Carol 1995
Guys and Dolls 1995
A Christmas Carol 1994
The Wizard of Oz 1994
Julius Caeser 1994
You can't take it with You 1993
Romeo & Juliet 1993
Arsenic & Old Lace 1992
Charlotte's Web 1992
A midsummer night's Dream 1991
Kids Wild Show 1988
Charlotte's Web 1987
Paradox of Wild 1986
Kidstuff 1985


I think I am missing something but 30-some plays in 27 years is a pretty good run if you ask me. So I don't know. I guess if I ever do go back to school I should just try to do something with theater that isn't acting. Something more practical. Because I hate acting classes, mostly. I really liked directing classes and dramatic lit. I should do that. Of course what I really should do is just teach. Because you know what they say.

I found this on-line from this guy's portfolio. me in hunting cockroaches
He has some other pictures from productions at Humboldt that made me nostalgic. Joe was a very nice person. I think he got married to Elena and they lived happily ever after. I hope so.

This weekend is the last weekend of The Heidi Chronicles. I've actually had fun doing this one. It has been hard and the rehearsal process and run have been long but I still like the play and the people in it and it is nice to get laughs every night.

Oh, and boy howdy do I ever think I am great. However my recent craziness was summed up well by a jpr interview I heard this morning. This author said that she was crazy after her husband died and the interviewer thought that her behavior was normal given the circumstances and she said that her craziness was probably just a perceived loss of control that she wasn't used to. I'm no control freak except when it comes to my own emotions and my ability to think logically and any loss of control for me does make me totally crazy. So I am attempting slowly to regain my composure because crazy is not a pretty color for someone with my complexion.

mandy goth love

So I am such a freak. I am embarrassed by my freakishness. My face is red. And flushed. Because I have a total immature teenaged mandy-like crush on a virtual stranger. I played poker for like maybe the 5th time in my life on Saturday night. My brother invited some people from work and there is an intern where he works that came. And I love him now. I am so crazy. I figured he would be the sort of person who would have a blog and I found out, after extensive googling, that he does on livejournal but I'm not going to link to it because I don't want anybody to even know anything about him because he is sort of a weirdo. I guess I shouldn't say weirdo but he is definitely into some things I am not nor have I ever had the desire to be into. But he is also a scrabble champion. So you have to take the good with the weird. Anyway, I totally won the poker game. I won 10 dollars which is pretty good when you are just playing with nickels, dimes and quarters. And for the first time playing poker I actually enjoyed myself. Mostly because I didn't know what to do and my special friend was very patient and knowledgeable. And I was winning. It's interesting because I haven't really had these sorts of inane crush-like feelings for a long time unless you count coffee shop guy which I don't since I don't think he even knows my name and we never had a conversation that wasn't about coffee or the weather or my debit card. He does however seem to wear a lot of black a lot of silver jewelry which is not something I am usually into. But then again, he admits to laughing at the family guy in his blog so I can see glimpses of a normal smart interesting even boring person somewhere inside him that is itching to come through and I think I am just the person to bring that out. He might be smarter than me though which I have a hard time with. I doubt it. But all the things I am smartest at like, you know, words and stuff, like, he is like, totally really good at too, you know what I'm saying? And he is tall. Which I don't normally go for either. I didn't know he was tall until he stood up though. Then I became intimidated. God this post is asinine. I'm sorry. Next time I'll go back to talking about something that will make people more comfortable to read like my menstrual cycle or how much I love listening to gay singer-songwriters. I swear to god some days I can't fucking stand what kind of person I've become but it was totally unavoidable. You know?

Odds and Ends. Bods and Rear Ends.

I felt like writing all day today. Unfortunately I don't have a specific topic in mind. Sometimes I think of things to write about and then I even think them out-loud in a writerly sort of form. And then I get to thinking about it later and I don' t like the idea at all. Like I thought about writing something about how smart I am that would be funny and self depricating and illustrate how stupid smart women can be. But then I thought that was a little too sort of vain or something and I would probably mess it up and make myself sound like a total ass. Of course, this is a blog which is a completely self centered endeavor and not very many people even read it so I should feel perfectly comfortable writing about whatever the hell I feel like but then that just seems like a waste of time if I'm not even happy with what I end up spitting out. And furthermore, it isn't like I edit what I've written so if I start out writing something that I think is a waste of time and stupid I usually end up just deleting it or posting it without a 2nd thought. So there's that to consider.

This is probably a really old picture of my aunt I found by googling Laurie Jones. My aunt has a blog now. My aunt toony baloony. That isn't her real name. Her real name is Laurie and I suppose a lot of people call her that. But I don't. I've always called her Tuney. I don't know the whole story behind the name but since my aunt isn't really sure what she should write about in her blog I suggest that she write about that name and where it came from and what it means to her now that she is a 50 year old woman with a stupid nick name like Tuney. It might be an interesting blog entry. Names are interesting stories usually. Sort of. Some of them at least. Not mine, really. I told her I would put up a link to her site on my page and so if I have done that you would probably see it on the right-hand side of your screen. I think my sister should make a blog. It would probably just end up a baby blog but babies are okay so that wouldn't be too bad.

I've been listening to The Decemberists again. Obsessively. I bought a new stereo. I had the same stereo since I was a junior in high school. I got it for christmas that year 1994 so it is over 10 years old. Crazy. It still works just fine but I mean, christ, who has the same cheap stereo for forever? Me. So I got a fancy 5 cd changer thing that plays mp3's so I can listen to the discs that just sent me with 8million albums on them without using the cd's that I burned from them. But whenever I listen to said discs I get stuck on the Decemberists and just listen to the same songs over and over again because they are so awsome. If I made movies I would make movies of their songs. If I could draw I would draw pictures of their songs. If I took pictures I would dress dogs and cats up in costumes and take pictures of them acting out their songs. They are just great story kind of songs. I love story songs. And songs about boats and pirates and sailors and stuff. And I'm beginning to like ships more and more. Mostly because of my stupid crazy brother who has big gold and brass plates with ships embossed on them covering the walls of our living room. They come in various shapes and sizes much like pizza sizes you see up on the wall when you go to order pizza. From personal to extra large. I found this picture on the world wide web as an example. Imagine 20 of these all over your walls in varying shapes and sizes. Actually, just varying sizes. All circles.
There are also several ship pictures and other ship/nautical paraphanalia in almost ever inch of the house. If it isn't one of my nephews toys and it is in our house, chances are it has a ship on it. But they are pretty neat to look at.

My REAL doggie Chachi

Not my dog, exactly. But here's the real thing.

Interesting Flacts and Fligures

I don't have any doggy pictures yet. I'm a bad bad dog owner. He pretty much looks exactly like this however. Only with blue colar. And our grass isn't as nice.

I thought some of you might like this. My dad got it from his cousin or some family member out on the east coast. I don't know where he got it from. He may have written it himself but my dad didn't know.

Quotes from Republicans when Clinton committed troops to Bosnia:

“You can support the troops but not the president.”
–Rep Tom Delay (R-TX)

“Well, I just think it’s a bad idea. What’s going to happen is they’re
going to be over there for 10, 15, maybe 20 years.”
–Joe Scarborough (R-FL)

“Explain to the mothers and fathers of American servicemen that may
come home in body bags why their son or daughter have to give up their
life?”
–Sean Hannity, Fox News, 4/6/99

“[The] President . . . is once again releasing American military might
on a foreign country with an ill-defined objective and no exit
strategy. He has yet to tell the Congress how much this operation will
cost. And he has not informed our nation’s armed forces about how long
they will be away from home. These strikes do not make for a sound
foreign policy.”
–Sen. Rick Santorum (R-PA)

“American forei! gn policy is now one huge big mystery. Simply put, the
administration is trying to lead the world with a feel-good foreign
policy.”
–Rep Tom Delay (R-TX)

“If we are going to commit American troops, we must be certain they
have a clear mission, an achievable goal and an exit strategy.”
–Karen Hughes, speaking on behalf of George W Bush

“I had doubts about the bombing campaign from the beginning . . I
didn’t think we had done enough in the diplomatic area.”
–Senator Trent Lott (R-MS)

“I cannot support a failed foreign policy. History teaches us that it
is often easier to make war than peace. This administration is just
learning that lesson right now. The President began this mission with
very vague objectives and lots of unanswered questions. A month later,
these questions are still unanswered. There are no clarified rules of
engagement. There is no timetable. There is no legitimate definition
of victory. There is no cont! ingency plan for mission creep. There is
no clear funding program. There is no agenda to bolster our
over-extended military. There is no explanation defining what vital
national interests are at stake. There was no strategic plan for war
when the President started this thing, and there still is no plan
today”
–Rep Tom Delay (R-TX)

“Victory means exit strategy, and it’s important for the President to
explain to us what the exit strategy is.”
–Governor George W. Bush (R-TX)

Funny thing is, we ended that war without a single American killed in
action.

Last night I was going back and forth between House and My name is Earl and then The Office came on and oh my goodness it was difficult to just watch one show. On the one hand, I love new season time but on the other hand it is hard to choose between the ones I know I like and these new fangled shows. So I end up missing bits and peices of both because I get caught up and forget to change back to other one. It is just AWFUL. I tell you what. At least the people displaced by the hurricane who don't have TVs don't have to go through this mix of heaven and hell.

Doggs and Bloggs

I have a dog! Well, not really. My nephew has a dog. Well, actually, my brother has a dog. Chachi is his name and he is a puppy puppy doggy doggy. He is a chocolate lab and he is very sweet and very cute and a very gooooood dooooooggy. But he has a pooping problem. And a peeing problem. But who doesn't? He is learning quickly though. He has very pretty greeny hazel eyes that I can gaze into for hours on end.

In other news, my grandma sent this joke to me, as grandmothers are want to do. "Q: What is George Bush's opinion on Roe vs Wade? A: He doesn't care how people get out of new orleans." Ha Ha Ha!!! Also, my aunt tuney baloony's friend Charlie Varley (his real name, not my aunt's real name) is a photographer and he was taking pictures in new orleans during all this stuff. He sent my aunt this really great email that she sent us that was a very detailed account of some of the stuff going on and now one of his pictures is on the cover of newsweek. Isn't that cool? I met him when I was living with my sister down in Palo Alto. We drove up to Berkely and went out to eat with him. I don't think he liked me very much.

Also, I applied for this totally awsome job that I totally hope I get. It is more money, better benefits and fewer hours. How could I pass that up??? Well? How could I? It is as a building coordinator for the education building at the hospital. They do all the seminars and support groups and stuff there. They have a medical library and a big lecture hall and I would be scheduling all the meetings and stuff. It sounds like fun. Good clean hospital job fun.

The 2 reviews for the play I'm in now say that I "effectively" portray my roles and that I "confidantly" portray my roles. Glowing reviews, I tell you what. I'm never acting again.